All fauna hear of conditions thru the smasher anthem,  
spoken in an argot of a woodland pedigree.. 
 
yet morphine-ghosted by indecent  
schooling (successive getaways).

Our emotional drive is then spli-  
ced over a magnum of service to the art precincts  
sidled up the hill from Predictable Harbor.

Predictable top looks rig their sawtooth nakedness
down thru the headland, sundry wharves… Matrix trees
 
doing problem sets there with hens of steam; bereavement  
a trifle beyond the earth’s weatherbeaten whoops while

head stars are pouring kerosene to kindle tomography for
enduring glitches in the forward ‘flow’ of timelines to matter
within so inclusive a silence.